Time Travel: My Literary Life in 1979

He Ping looked at the two small mud houses and the eldest son he picked up with a confused look on his face. 1979? Was it the year 1979 that ushered in the great era? Fortunately, I had a mobile phone with me. I had nothing to do but write books, raise children, and lead villagers to raise chickens. I lived a happy life. Someone wants to adapt my book? I'm familiar with this, so I'll change it for you. Just tell me, boss, whether you want it to be made into a movie or a TV series, or whether it's a story. Ai! Don't go, boss. This is the story of a middle-aged greasy man who rides the tide of a turbulent era. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.